(no problem. Thanks!)
Asher hummed softly, still lightly rubbing her back and sides. His hands never strayed too high up on her sides to be inappropriate, sticking to her middle and lower sides, though his hands roamed all over her back.
(Yeup!! Sorry I had some issues to deal with.)
She appreciated him being so respectful of her but was loving how soft he was with her. “Thank you Asher. This is nice.”
(it's totally fine!)
He smiled at her. "You're welcome." He replied, closing his eyes again with a soft sigh.
She looped her arms around his neck, bringing him down so she could kiss at his jaw softly. “Such a gentle Fae.”
He chuckled softly. "You havent seen my in action." He replied. "Er…I didn't mean that in an inappropriate was, by the way."
She blushed and hid her face. “It sounded a little inappropriate.@ she admitted, letting out a soft laugh. “But I got you.”
He chuckled softly, holding her close. "I mean, whichever way you take it, it's true." He added with a laugh.
She flushed gently. “Ashter!” She gasped, giggling. “You can’t be that rough in bed…”
He laughed softly. "I'm Fae, remember?" He replied. "Depending on the person, I could probably be very rough."
Arabella wasn’t quite ready to think that. It made her face burn and her mind blank. “O-oh…! Very rough h-huh?” Arabella had never experimented with anyone - for she had never actually had another lover or significant other - so the thought of bedding with someone was unfamiliar and quite alarming.
Asher sighed softly, kissing her cheek. "Hey, don't worry about it." He told her softly. "I already promised you that I'll be as gentle as possible." He looked down at her.
She nuzzled into his cheek, sighing. “One day I’ll be more comfortable with it. Then I’ll let you be as rough with me as you need and want to be.”
He shook his head. "I don't need to be. I really don't. So don't worry about whether or not I need to be rough. Because I can do whatever you need."
She kissed his cheek and leaned back slightly. “I want us both to be satisfied and happy.” She blushed. “Even if it’s a foreign concept to me.”
He smiled, and chuckled softly. "Alright." He replied, kissing her cheek softly. "But that doesn't need to happen for a long while yet."
She blushed more and hid in his chest. “I-I hope so.” She admitted. “I-I mean it’s nothing against you! I’m just not ready for that kinda thing yet!”
He smiled, rubbing her back. "It's alright. I understand." He replied, kissing her forehead.
She wrapped her arms around him and giggled gently. “Thank you. I’m not ready.”
He smiled. "I know. And that's okay." He replied, rubbing her back gently. She's adorable. And she doesn't even know it…
She hummed and giggled. “I like you Ashton. I’m really comfortable with you.” She murmured gently after.
Asher smiled, and nodded. "Alright. Thank you." He replied softly, kissing her cheek lightly.
She laughed and turned sideways in his lap, draping her legs over the edge of the chair. “I should let you work.”
Asher shrugged. "Mm. I don't have to work. Besides, it's almost lunchtime, and I'm hungry." He said with a chuckle.
She laughed gently and ran her fingers through her own hair. “What are you feeling for lunch?”
"Food." He replied, deadpan. He shrugged. "I don't know. I'll eat anything. What do you want?" He asked, looking at her with an eyebrow raised.
She stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes. “I don’t mind much either. But I’m feeling like it’s a soup day for me.”
He grinned. "I know a good soup place." He replied, picking her up and standing, holding her bridal style. "Shall we?"
Arabella gasped, grinning at Asher and nodding gently. “Of course!” She chirped, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Asher grinned, and started walking towards the elevator, taking her inside when the doors opened.
Arabella hung out lazily in his arms, smiling happily at Asher. “What’s with all this special attention?”